Sadie Jakobstad Prostitute ❤️

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Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

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Jakobstad was invaded and burned to the ground twice, with only a few buildings left sanding. At that time, most of its inhabitants became refugees with the wealthier crossing over to Sweden .

As a dating app dev, my day sees swipe left swipe right outside these streets. I see love, heartbreak, all around! I blog it all, like my very own little film, just like Almodóvar’s magic! People here talk soft, like “Burat, shuch moment” – not in words, but in soul.

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